Fire Fighter
A FIRE FIGHTER…
We get the call in the middle of the night,
Out the door ready to fight.
The call comes in, with much depth,
Behind the wheel someone slept.
Across the lane and head on
Arrive on scene the drivers gone.
In the other car there is
A mother, and her 2 kids.
It’s too late we hear the ambos say
The mothers gone the fathers away
The kids are hurt but not too bad,
But news we bring is too sad
Return to our lives the next day,
For those kids we all will pray.
Talking to a friend that night,
How do you do it, without fight?
It’s the job we say but is that true
Is just about the job for me and you?
We are fire fighters yes
Trying all the time to do our best
We love our job, the friends we’ve made
But we also love the lives we save.
Copyright © Laura Tallon | Year Posted 2011
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